Oh man. "WHEN I SAY UNDER, YOU SAY WATER. UNDER!"
Oh man. That was so fun.
The night before, a ton of my friends went to KC and got mip'd at some Joco party. I lucked out, but since no one was around, I wasn't on the sauce. And for the last few years, if I'm not drinking the night before a game, I won't be able to sleep. I'm too excited. And that happened just prior to Farmageddon I.
Anyways, we left early in the morning from MHK and at around the end of the third quarter, I was so tired from lack of sleep/yelling hateful things to Iowans that I was actually bordering on hallucinations. The feeling I had walking out of the stadium was this hazy, almost drug-induced, bliss.
Thanks, Emmanuel!